Hello everyone. I am completely new on Fanfiction, so please don't Flame me. Only give me creative and helpful comments please. I would like to have as much help as possible, since this is my first time on Fanfiction. I hope you all like my story.

Summary- There is a legend of a Vampire, who kills everyone he meets. A Vampire who never felt compassion. His name, Kenshin Himura. He is known as the Battousai and this.. is his story of learning Compassion. And maybe, falling in love.

(_) AN

:_: What the Charactor is Reading

"_" Talking

'_' Thoughts

*_* Sounds or sudden noises

Just to let most of you know, who were asking for longer chapters, my intro is probably going to be the shortest chapter in the whole story.

Oh and about the review with the Vampire powers. I know about that stuff. I've read up on Vampires a lot. I used to have some sort of obsession with them before. The only reason why he was almost drained of blood in the first was, was because he was bleeding freely (if you remember, his wounds) and he had two full grown vampires drinking from him.

As for him with the four men, he was merely tasting their blood. He wasn't really drinking their blood. He didn't like their taste. The man before that he drank from, was his real meal.

I hope that helps you understand.

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Learning Compassion

Part One- The Gathering

The Battousai sat down in the taloon. This was probably the only place he would openly walk into. Mainly because a few years back, he helped out one of the people who worked here with some packages. The man invited him inside. He was going to take that moment to slaughter the man and all of his workers, when his eyes caught something. It was a female slayer.

Ever since then, he would come back to the Taloon every few weeks or months, to visit the slayer.

He sat back in the table he usual sat in. It was close to the back door, and hiden in shadows. It was his favorite spot in the Taloon. He could watch everyone. He could see the whole place clearly. Nothing would sneak up on him from this position.

"Nani? Himura-San?" A female voice called out to him behind him, almost making him jump. He was about to attack the person who dared to speak to him so freely, when he recognized the voice. It was the female slayer.

"Hai, Tomoe-San." He answered back to her. He looked up at the slayer. She was a little taller then he remembered. She had full lips, painted with red make-up. Her cheeks were lightly patted with make-up to make her cheek bones stand out more. Her lively eyes stared down at him. A dark brown, almost black in color. They shined and reflected the lights in the room, making them seem to glow. Her dark colored hair, flowed back into a low pony-tail and her bangs hanged on her forehead. Longer strands framed her pale and beautiful face.

She wore a typical kimono, with flower designs in them. He could see the black materail, barely hanging out under the kimono by her shoulder. She was always dressed to slay. She never let her guard down. That's why he liked her so.

Her body was curved in all the right places, making most men go mad at the curves. Her body was that of a mature female, and her Kimono showed that off quite well. Even though, it covered her body, giving her a more gental and high-class look about her. She wore plain, strapped sandels on her feet.

A smile graced her painted lips. He couldn't help but think of blood when he saw the color of her lips. He wanted to bite down on her delicate neck and taste her blood on his tongue. Savoring every drop. His other hand, that was not supporting her head, was roaming over her well matured body. He could make her, his forever. He could have anything he wanted. He knew that. She was there for the taking. She was perfect in every way. He almost licked his lips at the thought. His face displayed none of his inside emotion for the girl. He would never let anyone see what he thought of.

"Himura-San. It's wonderful to see you. To what do we owe the honor of your presence?" She questioned, standing her ground, dispite the slightly, hungery look in the Battousai's eyes for her. She knew he had his eye on her since the moment they saw each other. It was nothing new to her that a man wanted her. She just put on a smile and pretended not to know. It worked most of the time.

"I came to rest from my wandering." He answered shortly. He hardly every talked outside of quick wit, or death threats to those who did not listen to him. If he ever did have a slightly 'normal' conversation, it was a short and quick talk with Tomoe. She was the only one he ever really talked to.

"I will tell the boss that you have arrived. He will be happy to know his favorite customer is still alive." She said, bowing to show her dismisal. She gracefully walked over behind the curtains to talk to the Boss in the back.

The Battousai just waited. He knew the Boss always came out for him. Even if he didn't quite like the burly man that almost always smell of rotten Sake, he could tolerate him for quite some time. Besides, the man had the mouth the size of a Politic's greed. Which was a rather large size.

The Battousai snorted at his own thoughts of the man. He awaited to arrival of the burly man, when another man stepped up to him. He was a rather tall man too. He was followed by a few other men in toe. Probably lap-dogs at his every beck and call.

The man was around 5'10. Which made him a good 5 inches taller then the Battousai. He had dark colored hair tied into a tail in the back of his head. His bangs came out in spikes, pointing in differant direction across his pale and serious face. He wore a normal Gi, darkly colored. Two swords on his belt. Typical of swordsmen.

The man had an air of pride around him that could choke a person. He probably had an ego to match it. Which meant, the Battousai knew he wasn't going to like this man at all. He knew it was going to start off wrong and he was going to have to kill the man in front of him.

The Battousai tilted his head ever so slightly, to get a better look at the man looming over him.

"This is my seat." The man said shortly.

The Battousai snorted. "I don't see your name on it." The Battousai said with a challenge in his eyes. He dared the man to say otherwise. He wanted this man to say something stupid, so he could slit his throat. He awaited the man, to stick his foot in his mouth. It would be his last words of course. The Battousai placed one hand on his Katana. All the man had to do was to look at him wrong, and he would be dead.

"Dammit Shishio! He is one of my loyal customers." The boss said, making all of them turned their attention to him. The burly man stood in full veiw in a suit that would make a politic think he was too serious. The man held his features in the same serious manner. His greasey hair, slicked back. His finely cut mustache curved around his fat lips, making him look like he didn't have a top lip. His porky nose, that reminded the Battousai of a swine, was wrinkled. He almost looked comical. His fat fingers rolled into fits and placed at his well-too-wide hips.

A much skinner Tomoe, standing right behind him. Her small face peaking over the man's shoulder to see what was going on. She had a slightly concerned face on, which was a little odd of her usual manner.

The man named Shishio, snorted at the boss. He turned back to the Battousai. "I'm not done with you. I'll be back."

The Battousai glared at the man. He didn't want to shed blood infront of Tomoe. So, he let the men walk out of the Taloon without killing them. He didn't let go of his Katana until the men were out of the place though. He was waiting for the men to make anymore comments. If they did, the Battousai was not in control of the resaults.

He let go of his sword, and placed his hands back onto the table. He looked up at the Burly man, who now was making his way over to him. The man sat down across from the Battousai. The Battousai getting his first wiff of the man. His nose wrinkled at the smell. Not only did the man smell as bad as before, but now he smelled of a strange kind of perfume too. If the other smell wasn't bad enough...

"Like my new smell? It's a brand new blend made just for my tastes." The burly man shared with him, his fat lips turning into a smile.

The Battousai resisted the urge to yell at the man in front of him that he smelled of rotten meat mixed with vomit, and went with a less harmful appoarch. "Hai." He said simply. Not sure if he could really pull off making a sound other then gags.

"Oi, Himura-San. What would you like to drink?" He asked him, waving over Tomoe to their seating. Tomoe came over as soon as she saw her boss calling her over to them. She kept her eyes mainly on the floor though. Sometimes looking up, but only at the Battousai. He found that rather delightful.

The Battousai shook his head. "Iie. I don't want anything to drink." He couldn't swollow any of that foul smelling liquids even if he wasn't full with blood in his stomach anyway. "Gomen, demo I would like to speak to you about.. the movement."

The man before him, became his serious self again. He waved Tomoe off after ordering his favorite Sake. His finger connected together in a thoughtful way. His elbows resting on the table. His eyes were down-cast to the table. He was in deep thought.

"The Movement." He started out. His mustage almost bristled at the sound of the words his lips let out. "Was a total failure. Not a single survivor from it. I told them not to go after those Vampire lords. I told them. Demo, they were young and thought that the advice of an old man was useless. As if I didn't know any better! They should have listened."

The Battousai could not help let some anger boil within himself. Just because he became a Vampire did not mean he liked other Vampires. He hated them. He wished for all them to die. That was his wish. He hated them all. He couldn't stand any of them. They were pridefilled, egomanics with fangs who thought they were invincible! Invincible his ass!

"I am also upset by it Himura-San." Said the Burly man. His voice was somewhat depressed and his voice had dropped to almost a whisper. "Demo, we still have hope of killing off those things." The Battousai nearly winced at the mention of what he also was, being called a 'thing'. "There is a new group gathering together. Tomoe-San, is also in that group. She is the leader of them. Only they, her, you and me know of her being a slayer."

The Battousai nodded. He was informed that Tomoe was a slayer after hanging around the Taloon for a few months. He killed off a few Vampires that were trying to kill customers. He was rewarded with that information. This made him come back every once in awhile for more information. He could get all of the news he needed from the burly man who owned this place.

"They are having a meeting early in the morning. They will all gather right at sun rise in here. Are you going to join us this time?" He questioned the Battousai.

"Iie. I have more urgent matters I need to attend to." He said shortly. He stood up and nodded to the burly man. "Arigato Jiro-San." The Battousai gathered his thoughts for a few seconds, before bidding farewell to the man. "Sayonara Jiro-San."

"Sayonara Himura-San." He said, nodding to his leaving friend.

The Battousai walked towards the back door of the Taloon. Then a voice stopped him in his tracks.

"Leaving so soon, Himura-San?" She questioned to him.

The Battousai turned around to meet Tomoe. He tilted his head ever so slightly. "Gomen Tomoe-San, Demo, I need to attend to some matters else where."

"I understand." She said, walking up to him. She grabbed his hand into her own, which was completely unexpected. The Battousai's eyes widen a little in surprise. It wasn't often something surprised him. He looked down at his hand, which now was being held by Tomoe's hand. He looked as their skins met, his slightly tanned skin, touching her pale skin. Even for a Vampire, she would be pale. He always wondered why her skin was so pale. But, now was not the time to ask her that questioned. "Please, be careful out there."

The Battousai looked into her eyes as she said that. He could clearly see her concern for him in her eyes. If only he could tell her not to worry. If only he could show her why she shouldn't care about him. If only he could... bite down on her soft neck.. He mentally shook his head.

He pulled away from her touch. He nodded towards her, not trusting his voice right now. He knew his voice would betray him in every way possible at that moment. He waited til the tingle in his hands, stopped before letting his voice speak. "Arigato. Sayonara, Tomoe-San." He turned around and walked away at that moment. He didn't trust himself to stay there any longer.

He walked out of the Taloon and onto the dirt road. He had a good three hours before the sun started raising. By then he would have shelter and probably a snack. He licked his lips. He needed to taste a pure maiden by the nights end. After being so close to Tomoe and knowing she was pure made his hunger rise a thousand times higher then normal. He couldn't stand being that close to a pure maiden without taking her. But, he held himself back when he was around her.

She was important to his plans. He was going to have every Vampire on the world, besides himself, be killed. That way everything would be back to normal. He would watch over the rest of man-kind. He would be the only threat and he could hold himself back from all the urges inside of him, unlike most Vampires. Unlike every Vampire, he was taught the Hiten Mitsurugi-Ryu. It was the strongest sword style, but could also be used to control your emotions and primal feelings. That's why he could could back all of his urges. No matter how strong they became. Well, almost always.

The Battousai waited by the dirt road for a pure maiden to walk down it's path. When that happened he would have his pure Maiden and taste her pure blood. He would be able to hold himself back from all of his urges for a few weeks atleast then. As he awaited a maiden to walk down the road, a male followed by a few others walked down the road. The Battousai's eyes narrowed.

'Shishio.' He thought to himself. That bastard couldn't help but want to end his life tonight, could he? The Battousai didn't mind. He had a feeling he was going to kill a few more swordsmen before the night ended. These guys just happen to be in the right place and the right time... for the Battousai atleast. He would be able to get rid of a few fustrations and kill off a few jerks in the proccess. It was a win/win.

The Battousai smirked at his resoulve, when he saw something that made his anger flare. They all had the Taloon's member sign stitched into their Gi's! How could he have missed that before? The sign of the Taloon was a cross looking marking with a circle around it. The circle touched the ends of the cross. Then, a small dot was placed in the top, left 'box' of the symbol. There was no mistaking it. They were part of the 'gathering' Jiro-San was talking about.

The Battousai cursed his luck. He would not kill these men. He also needed them for the movement. 'Dammit! Why can't anything go exactly as I planned it tonight?' Thought the Battousai. He narrowed his eyes, before letting out a small sigh. He came into full veiw. He was currently half hiden in shadow, until he stepped out. The moon-light made everything seem to be held in a silver glow.

Shisho, the leader of the gang on the dirt road, saw a figure step into the light. It took a few seconds to register who it was. It was the man that challendged him in the Taloon! He smirked. 'Time for some pay-back.'

"You couldn't wait for your punishment, could you?" He questioned to shorter man infront of him.

The Battousai snorted. How stupid could one person be? Including his snickering Gang, he felt like he was surrounded by the idiots who could mistake a Katana for a knife. "I was about to show you true pain, when I noticed you were part of the Taloon's Gathering."

That made him shut up for a few seconds. He was surprised that the shorter man infront of him could know about the Gathering. He was either one of the two. He was either, a member, which he wasn't because he didn't have the symbol, or he was a spy. Shishio brought out his sword and held it out to the shorter man's neck. "What would you know of the Gathering?"

"Only Everything." The Battousai said curtly. "I did not come out to fight you, Shishio." He did not use any sort of formal use on Shishio's name which meant he was either knew Shishio very well, or was disrespecting Shishio.

Shishio nearly growled at the shorter man, curving his sword closer to the man's neck. He was close enough to draw blood if he went any further. Even by a hair. The shorter man did not so much as flinch at the cold blade's contact. He mearly dared Shishio to continue with his eyes. Challendging Shishio again. Almost like he was waiting for Shishio to draw some of his blood so he could bring out his own blade.

"I do not believe I caught your name. or should I call you Gaki?" Shishio questioned with a sneer.

"My name is Himura, Kenshin." He said, just as serious and curtly as before.

"Well, Himura." Shishio said, using no formality just as the Battousai had done to him. "How do you know about the Gathering."

"Don't you think you should not speak so freely of the Gathering out in the open?" The Battousai said, knowing full well he was getting on Shishio's nerves. He nearly smirked when he saw Shishio's cheeks started to heat up in anger. He chuckled on the inside.

"Kisama! How dare you speak to me in such a way." Shishio roared at the Battousai. His blade itching to taste the Battousai's blood. His arm nearly gave into the blade's demand for blood. But, he was tought better then that. He may be hot-headed, but he did not shed innocent blood. "Tell me now."

"Demo, I can not. Not with your blade scracthing my throat, Baka." The Battousai said in a monotoned voice. Only giving some thought to the word 'Baka'.

Shishio did growl this time, but lowered his blade to his side, but still ready for an attack at any second. He did not know why, but he felt the need to be on edge around this man in front of him. He did not look like a threat, but looks were deceiving. They never told the truth about someone. That was one thing had to learn the hard way at a very young age.

"I come to know about the Gathering through Jiro-San. I have known about all of this before you even picked up a sword." The Battousai said to them. It was all true. He knew about every single group that had made it's way through the forest to try to stop the Vampires. Hell, he was in the FIRST group to ever do that. But, he wasn't about to go around sharing that information around to everyone.

"Fine. If Jiro-San trusts you, I will let you live. But don't cross my path again Himura. For next time, I cannot be responcible for the resaults." Shishio said, making the Battousai clentch his teeth ever so slightly.

"Either can I, Shishio." He brushed past Shishio, hitting him on the shoulder. While he did, he whispered something to Shishio. "Death. To all those who cross me. Beware, Shishio."

Shishio's eyes widen. He turned to look at Himura, but he was gone. Probably right into the woods as soon as he was done saying that. Maybe he just imagined Himura saying that? It could have been a trick of the wind. Maybe that was it. If not, he just had an incounter with the Battousai and livid to tell about it.

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So. How was my first chapter? I have a few more charactors into the mix. A few you do know and a few you don't. I probably spelled a few things wrong in this chapter. I'm sorry for that. I will try to correct them.

Just to let you know, I use a lot of Jap. style greetings and a few words that you may not understand. I will have the Jap. terms used in that Chapter at the bottom of the page to help you guys and girls out.

Jap. Terms for those who don't know.

Hai-Yes

Iie-No

Demo-But, However

kisama-Bastard

Gaki- rugrat, anklebiter, little person

Oi-Hey (Some people say it's translated into 'Wow'. Though, I'm not sure. I'm pretty positive it's 'Hey'.)

Nani-What?

Arigato- thank you

sayonara-Good bye

Name endings.

-San :It's basically like saying Mr. or Miss. or Mrs. It's used for someone you respect.

-Chan :Friends use it. Kinda like a pet name. Or little.

-Sami :Used for Gods, or highly respected people. Lords, Masters, etc...

-Dono :Princess.